Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Autumn and all others you do not know

A/N: Yes, another story, this one's for Monika! Thank you so much for all your help!


"Dean, for the last time, we're not going to Vegas." Sam frowned from his seat across the table from his brother.

"Come on, Sam. There's the slots, tons of alcohol." Dean ticked the things off on his finger before ginning and wiggling his brows at his brother. "And, Girls, Girls, Girls."

"No." Sam's frown deepened.

"Are you sure you're not gay?" Dean arched a brow at his brother and grinned when his cell phone rang, cutting off his brother from whatever retort he was going to throw back. "Yeah?"

Sam crossed his arms and narrowed his arms at his brother, waiting for him to get off the phone to give him Hell. Not wanting to go to Vegas did not make him gay. Jess, his girlfriend, had died not even two months before. The thought made Sam's breakfast start to rise from it's place in his stomach. Every time he thought about her his chest would tighten, his stomach would turn and his heart would drop.

"What's the address?" Dean's voice brought Sam from his painful memories. "428 Wakefield Road...Wait, not Falmouth, Massachusetts, right?"

"Dean? What is it?"

Without a word Dean stood from the booth, tossed a wad of cash down on the table, and started for the door.

"Dean, what the Hell?" Sam grabbed his laptop and jacket before heading after his brother. "Are you gonna tell me what's up or not?" He asked when he reached Dean outside.

"Get it in the car, Sam. We're going to Massachusetts." Dean hung up his cell phone and climbed into the Impala, waiting not-so patiently for his brother.

Once the younger Winchester was in the car, Dean revved the engine and was gone. It was for another thirty miles until Sam spoke up, not sure what to ask.

"What's in Massachusetts?" He finally asked.

"A hunt." Dean stated simply, as if that gave Sam all the answers he was looking for and more.

"Okay." Sam spoke slowly. "Want to tell me what we're hunting?"

"Don't know yet."

Sam frowned at him. "What's the big deal about this hunt? Someone you know?"

"A friend, Sam." Dean growled. "She doesn't know about the supernatural, and I don't want her to."

Sam nodded and kept quiet, only asking what few details Dean did know to look up on the drive.

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Ding. Dong.

"Give me a minute, I'll be right there!" A woman's voice called from somewhere in the house.

Dean grinned and stepped forward, pressing the button to the doorbell yet again.

Ding. Dong.

"I'll be there in a minute!" She called again, a little more forcefully.

"Dean." Sam scolded his brother when he pressed the button to the doorbell again.

Ding. Dong.

Heavy footfalls could be heard from the other side of the door. "Jesus Christ, I said give me a minute!"

The door was flung open and the brothers were greeted with the sight of a small brunette, wearing shorts, a baggy t-shirt and a robe, and bunny slippers on her feet. Her scowl turned into a smile and she flung herself into Dean's arms, pulling away shortly after to get a better look at him.

"Hey, Autumn." Dean gave her a genuine smile, something either Winchester rarely did these days.

"My God, look at you!" She grinned before smiling. "You're looking older, are you still road tripping?"

Dean's smile faltered a little. "Yeah...yeah, I'm still road tripping. But, my brother's with me now. So it's not a complete bore...unless he starts talking."

Sam rolled his eyes and Autumn chuckled. She let go of Dean and turned to Sam, holding her hand out to him.

"Autumn Manns, Dean's always talking about you." She smiled, her eyes lighting up.

"They're all lies." Sam blurted.

Autumn laughed and shook her head. "Nah, it's all good. He's always saying about how proud of you he is. How's school? You're in Stanford, right?"

Sam's small smile fell away. Clearing his throat he gave a tight smile and Dean stepped in.

"Hey, we were just wondering if we could crash here for a while. Two weeks or so, shouldn't be longer than that. We just need to take some time off the road and relax."

"Yeah, of course." Autumn ushered them into the small house, closing the door behind her. "Umm, one of you can crash on the couch and I can make up the loft for the other. Sorry, it's gonna be pretty cramped, but I'm sure we can make due."

"I call the loft." Dean grinned at his brother and followed Autumn up the spiral stairs.

The small brunette came back down the stairs shortly later and gave Sam a soft smile, she disappeared down the hall and returned with a set of sheets, a pillow, and a comforter.

"The couch pulls out into a queen bed." She told him, handing over the linen to him.

"Thanks." He spoke quietly, already hearing his brother's snores. "Sorry to wake you at 2 am. Dean doesn't fully understand the purpose of calling ahead of time."

Autumn laughed and shook her head. "It's fine. This isn't the first time he's done this. Do you need anything else?"

Sam dropped his duffel onto the couch and shed his jacket. "Umm, bathroom?" He asked, digging out sweats.

"Down the hall, it's the only door on the right." She wrapped her robe tighter around her and moved to go to her room, stopping short however, and turning back to Sam. "You have to smack the pipe under the sink to get the hot water to work right, you know it's working when it lets out a whine."

Sam chuckled and nodded. "Thanks." He whispered, giving her a small smile and then made his way down the hall.

Autumn watched him go and then laughed quietly when one of Dean's particularly loud snores hit her ears. She never did understand how or why he would pop in at the weirdest of times, but she never did mind, it was good to see her friend again.

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